poem: ‘I missed the party in the field’ (let us stay just a little bit longer)

poem: ‘I missed the party in the field’
(let us stay just a little bit longer)

my beloved sleep-wakes
souls visiting her dreams
elders surrounding her
she stirs perplexed

‘I missed the party in the field’
she mumbles to me that

her parents are having a big party
in the big wheat field

these images calling to her:
there is always a place
where you belong
and a home welcoming you

my sweet, the party only begins,
upon your arrival, at the time,
whenever you are ready, but now
let us stay here together just a little bit longer

the two of us practicing
mutual radical grace and radical love
for all beloved beings upon this Earth
all walking each other Home together

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 27, 2021

photo by author
‘Walking each other home’

Author’s note: My wife’s lucid dreams
now occupy a liminal space in our aging
together as she experiences the effects
of Alzheimers and recovers from a recent
mild stroke. We will celebrate our 50th.
year wedding anniversary in November

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poem: Autumn’s cusp







                                        and bees


in the wild flowers

                                   twinning vines

                                                               and leaves


darting bird

                      in the hedgerow



                                                     prescient Autumn

                                                                                  our second Spring

                                                                                                             slowly creeping


Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 22, 2021

photos by author
at Seven Mile Creek


poem: life as participatory flow

poem: life as participatory flow

our lives are constant flow
things come together and fall apart

grief, relief
misery, joy

engaging, disengaging
exile, return

life’s paradoxical tensions
revealing a new holism

as the unity of both/and
and a peace surpassing all understanding

making room for all this
so that the hǣlan comes

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 21, 2021

photo by author at Draper Coastal
Dune Lake estuary in Santa Rosa
Beach , Florida flowing into the
Gulf of Mexico

Author’s note: The word hǣlan is
old English for healing.


poem: the peace of resting at home

poem: the peace of resting at home

lying on the couch
awakening form her rest
gazing out the window

the gloaming light floods in
as she breathily murmurs
‘it is so peaceful here’

with such deep affection,
both poignant and heartbreaking
at the same time

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 19, 2021

photo by author

Author’s note: My love wakes
from a nap as she progresses in
her recovery from a recent stroke.

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haiku: the instant grace enters the soul

haiku: the instant grace
enters the soul

her afternoon nap
hand opens, receiving grace
cradling it gently

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 15, 2021

video by author

Author’s note: wife napping
as she recovers nicely from
a stroke


poem: ‘I am a fighter’

poem: ‘I am a fighter’

she tells the doctors,
nurses, and therapist,
anyone listening,
after the stroke

a fighter
from the very beginning,
the next to youngest,
in a family of ten siblings

gathering eggs from the coop,
eating tomatoes from the vine,
caring for her farm pets,
helping daddy with the cows

driving the Ford tricycle tractor
in the farm fields
as a young teen
in her pinafore dress

then at fourteen, open spine surgery
for scoliosis (the scars still visible)
and a long stay in a rehab facility
and a year in a body cast

she returned to high school
becoming a cheerleader
ready for any challenge
life might throw at her

the country girl coming
to the big city for college
leaving after the first year
beginning a forty-eight year career

many a night she danced away,
so full of energy,
at the local music venue,
admirers looking on

married at age twenty seven,
nursing their premie to life,
rising up her career ladder,
helping raise two granddaughters

she meets evey challenge
in the second half of life:
loss, illness, change, isolation
declaring ‘I am a fighter’

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 14, 2021

photo: family archive

Author’s note: An ode to my wife,
following her stroke from which
she is recovering nicely and with
great determination